Dad.
Well, my dad called today... that's the first time I've talked to him since I was 8. It's weird. I almost cried, I was so happy. My mom made me get off the fone... I kept telling her that it was a friend. And she realized it was my dad. She yelled at me about it too. She doesn't want me to have contact with my dad... period. It's sad... she bitched at me in front of my friends about it. It pissed me off... because I actually got to talk to him and she makes a huge deal of it. Well... wouldn't you want to talk to your dad if you haven't seen him since you were little nor talked to him since you were little. I don't know... I'm just really happy that I get to talk to him again. He lives in Oklahoma now... farely close. I wish he'd come see me. I'd give him the biggest hug. I love my daddy. =( I wish he was here. *sniffles*